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Kira was right; my soul recognized something my brain didn’t. And my heart was faulty and couldn’t be trusted. I’d shut that muscle down twenty years ago. It would need a lot of work polishing the rust off before I could trust it. But my soul…now that I trusted.
And my soul knew Easton Spears was mine.
I didn’t need him to protect me or to complete me or any of those other storybook romance tales. He settled the noise, he steadied me. He didn’t make me strong but he did strengthen me. He made me feel like I was on solid ground, totally free to be Nebraska Michaels. No rules. No lessons. No training. No Dove.
Just me.
I never realized how disconnected I’d been. I’d been living a double life, the two sides always at war. It was exhausting. I didn’t want that anymore. A week ago, that terrified me. If I wasn’t Dove, if I gave her up, then who was I? My identity was so wrapped up in who other people wanted me to be, I’d never considered I had a choice in the matter.
“Need a refill?” Bridget asked, bringing the bottle of red wine to the table.
I was told to sit and drink and commune with the women. Yes, Easton said commune when he ordered me to stay put after I tried to help him in the kitchen.
“I’m good,” Kira answered from my side.
She, too, had been told to take a load off and relax, those being Cooper’s instructions to his wife.
It was sweet. I felt lazy sitting there watching the men in the kitchen but I liked that they took care of their women. And the view didn’t suck either.
“How much money do you think we’d make if we videoed that?” I stopped to jerk my head toward the kitchen. “Six hot guys in the kitchen.”
“A lot more if we could talk them into being shirtless.” Kira snickered.
“I heard that,” Cooper called back.
“I’m down,” Cash put in.
“Is there anything you’re not game to do?” Jonas asked.
There was a stretch of silence but not long before Cash reported, “Nope.”
“Let’s not test that theory,” Theo bit out.
“Dude, I don’t know what your problem is, you’re the one with the nine-inch pecker, Mr. Long John Silver.”
I sputtered. I tried to swallow my wine. But I couldn’t do it. It sprayed out all over the table while I choked on the wine that was already in my throat while at the same time busting a gut I was laughing so hard.
“That was my reaction, too, sis.” Cash chuckled. “Who knew Theo was packing that kind of sausage.”
“Sorry,” I muttered and helped Bridget mop up my mess with my napkin.
She glanced up from the wine I’d spit out and smiled.
“Nothing to be sorry about, but I gotta ask—”
“Baby, careful. You open this door and they’ll pounce,” Theo warned.
Bridget smiled wider, making it brighter, adding a spark in her eyes that screamed trouble.
And with this group trouble could mean anything.
“Payback.” Was her weird response. “I warned him one day I’d be sitting at a table with his woman and there’d be payback. The time has arrived.”
I heard Easton’s laugh. Funny how I wasn’t looking into the kitchen and I still knew it was his.
“Told you, Birdie, I’m secure in my manhood. I can admit I don’t need a sling to carry my nine-inch package around. It might be small, but he is mighty.”
Small?
